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She didn’t say it with regret or anger. She was just stating a fact. I clenched my back teeth though. Any time Lulu made a reference to her past it made my fucking blood pressure shoot up.

She tilted her head slightly to the side and asked curiously, “You’re not going to try and persuade me?”

I shook my head.

The waitress returned with the dessert we were going to share, a piece of cheesecake drizzled with raspberry sauce on a plate with two forks. I picked up a fork and cut off a piece before turning to Lulu. Our eyes met and clung as she opened her mouth and accepted the bite that I held out to her. I watched those kissable lips close over the fork and the cheesecake disappear. When those same lips curved upward, I knew I was going to have Lulu under me again that night, whether she agreed to my proposition or not.

She closed her eyes and moaned loudly around the mouthful, and in a flash, I reacted to the sound and the ecstasy on her face. I barely gave her time to swallow before I curled my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into my kiss. I was the one groaning now as her soft lips gave way to the demanding pressure of mine and opened willingly to my invading tongue. I wasted no time, greedily helping myself to the warmth and flavor of her sweet mouth. Her surrender caused my dick to punch forward against my zipper.

Jesus, I wanted her. Wanted to lose myself in her tight little body. Wanted to drown in her essence. As I worked my mouth against hers, I pulled Lulu onto my lap until she was straddling me on bent knees. We never stopped consuming one another. Her small hands fell upon my shoulders and then roamed down my backside, the bite of her nails urging me on. I dropped my hands to the curve of her hips and began to rock her body back and forth over my dick. I didn’t give a fuck who walked by and saw us.

I tore my mouth away so we could catch a breath. We were both panting hotly. “Wear a fucking skirt next time,” I growled in frustration against her panting swollen lips.

Lulu followed up the laugh my annoyance produced with, “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” Her throaty tone was thick with arousal.

“Because you’re going to take me up on what I want,” I grated confidently against her soft lips. “What we both want.”

She didn’t deny my words.

I could feel how hot her pussy was through her clothes, and bowed my hips so I could grind my dick against it. Before she could stop me, I undid the front of her pants and slipped my hand down the front. “Christ, your soaked for me.” I fingered the tiny scrap of lace covering her mound aside and thrust my finger inside her.

Her surprised, “Oh, fuck!” was said against the side of my neck, where she buried her face. “Should we be doing this? We’re in a restaurant,” she reminded me in a quivering voice.

I didn’t care. “No one can see what we’re doing, baby.”

It was true. We were practically hidden from everyone in our dark, intimate booth. People wouldn’t be able to see anything unless they were walking directly past, and I was sure the music being piped through the restaurant helped disguise the occasional outcry of noise from both of us. Lulu kept her face buried into my neck, and when I added a second finger to her wet pussy, she lost control and bit down on me.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the stinging pain, almost losing my load in my pants. How could she know that as a giver of pain, I thrived on her bite?

“Sorry,” she mumbled, breathing hard. Her tone not very convincing.

I grunted, “Don’t ever be sorry for using your teeth and claws on me, Hellcat. Pain turns me the fuck on.”

She trembled against me as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, and I felt her smile against my skin. “Good to know.”

Her cunt was sucking my fingers in and squeezing them tight. I could tell from her accelerated breaths that she was getting ready to come. I reached for her sweet spot and raked my fingers over it, while using my thumb to rub her engorged clit. Her quivering thighs clenched around my hand as if to hold me there, and then she hissed like a feline. Just as I felt her come undone, I crushed her close, making sure that her small cry was muffled against my shoulder.

I held Lulu until her breathing slowed and her convulsions lessened and grew weaker. As tight as she was against me, I could feel our heartbeats pounding together as one. It took effort to bring my own panting under control when my hard dick was still throbbing in my pants. I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy and out of her pants.

“Damn. That whole thing came on pretty fast,” Lulu murmured after a while. “I think I saw stars.”

She sounded very relaxed and satisfied. I nudged her back a little bit and brought my glistening hand up between us to show that my fingers were coated with her release. A teasing light appeared in her eyes that I accepted as a challenge. I touched her lips with the two fingers I’d had inside her. She parted her lips and let me slip them inside, where she sucked them clean.

“Mmm, tasty.”

She knew what she was doing. With a groan of hunger, I took her mouth so I could have a taste, too.

“Oh, excuse me!”

I reluctantly pulled away and looked up at the red-faced waitress. “It’s okay. We’re finished.” I exchanged a look with Lulu. “For now.”

Her face still flushed, Lulu crawled off my lap. I dug for my wallet, grabbed a credit card, and handed it to the waitress.

“I’ll be right back.” She rushed off.

“Do you think she knows what we just did?” Lulu asked, straightening her pants.

“Would it bother you if she did?”

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